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She say my music angelic
I said that I loved you, I meant it
This ice on my neck, you can test it
Vivienne Westwood on my neck and your ass can't afford it
I might just hop in that foreign, Fuck a mclauren
City to city I'm touring
Bad bitch, What do you want
Average, She tryna clutch on the gun
Boof pack, That shit go to your lungs
We kick that boy out if he ain't got no funds
Go!
Chop send a nigga back home
The opps running down but the stick real strong
They didn't know that
Yeah, Come get your hoe back
Yeah, Your bitch in the crib and you know that
Like my bitches black, Like kodak
We in the whip and we sippin on 4 ack
Lights, Gave her a band, Told her get some nice
That hoe wanna fuck, But that hoe aint my type
She tryna kick, Tryna stay for the night
I'm saying just get off my line yeah
Hop out the whip im booted
He got a gun, He don't shoot it
Posted wit gang and they ruthless
You know my niggas been on it
Purple jeans on my body, I suit it
Test on the gang we ain't running like sonic
If your gang got some beef then we finna get through it
She say my music angelic
I said that I loved you, I meant it
This ice on my neck, you can test it
Vivienne Westwood on my neck and your ass can't afford it
I might just hop in that foreign, Fuck a mclauren
City to city I'm touring
Bad bitch, What do you want
Average, She tryna clutch on the gun
Boof pack, That shit go to your lungs
We kick that boy out if he ain't got no funds
Go!